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"Soot," Ronin repeated, his tone wry and a smile twitching at his lips that he was badly trying to hide. "You got a spider for a pet and you named him Soot. Ashe and Soot." He snorted, clapping her on the shoulder (the one without the spider on it) and shaking his head. "Only you... wait, did he just hiccup?" The ex-captain asked his question as he followed his friend over to the table, sinking down into a chair as well and reaching out to use the single candle that was lit to give light to a few others. Soon they were bathed in a warm glow, which made Ashe's sudden grin all the brighter. You're going to be a father. If her grin wasn't contagious before it certainly was now, Ronin shooting her a dazzling smile that seemed to just beam out of him. "Yeah," he said softly, sounding still as though he couldn't believe his luck. "Yeah, I am. It... I wanted to tell you myself, but I couldn't find you anywhere." His smile faded somewhat and he reached out to rest a hand over hers. "I saw Alistair at the Bone Bridge, and... I heard. What do you need?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.